(#3) Abandonment and Forward Movement

Have you ever felt as if you were alone and left in the dark?

I was groggy. My memory a bit of a blur. A pair of soft, fleshy hands around my belly. Though I felt a rhythmic swaying, my legs did not move. Through half-closed eyes I could make out lights coming and going above me.

Just a few hours earlier I remembered moving in the opposite direction—same lights whirring overhead. Now, I did not feel quite as alert.

Lights. I remembered lights a few days back, but I was somewhere else.  I don’t know where, specifically. I remember a box. Big enough for me to stretch out on the bottom. I heard something slam and, suddenly, a rumble came from under the box. I felt forward movement. The movement and the rumble lulled me to sleep. Or maybe it was the hunger.  I had not had much to eat that day.

Next thing I knew, the rumbling stopped. I could feel the box and me being lifted upward.  I saw a person, but I could not make out the face in the dark.  I felt water. I think it fell from the person’s face.

As the person walked, holding me and the box, I heard the crunching of leaves and sticks.  After a while, we stopped, and the box was placed ever-so-gently on the ground. The person leaned in, moved a soft cloth around my body. I felt a stroke on my head. Then nothing.

I heard crunching again and soon it faded.

Silence. And noise.

Lots of motors, screeching, honking. I was not sure what was happening. I curled up tightly in the corner of the box with the towel and fell asleep.

I kind of remember the box being picked up, again. An anonymous face peering in and saying, “Poor puppy. Who would leave you on the side of a road?” I looked up and I felt my little tail anxiously thump against the box.

Slam. Rumble. Forward Movement. Sleep.

Next morning, when I opened my eyes I was in a cage. Surrounded by other cages. Lots of small puppies about my size. Every so often the door to the room would open. Then a puppy would be removed from a cage.

I watched wide-eyed . One at a time they would leave. A while later they’d be back. Asleep, I think. Limp. Gently placed back in the crate by a human.

Best I can tell I was the last one of the puppies to be taken. As I left the room in a human’s arms, I noticed all the other crates had something on them. All the same.

ADOPTED.

Nothing on my crate. As I would later learn, that would lead to more forward movement for me.

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Beyond the Biscuit

Have you ever felt as if you were alone and left in the dark? How did you find your way? What and/or who helped you move forward? How did this help you become the person you are today?

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